So a couple years ago I moved out of state with a boyfriend. I was really excited but understandably anxious about being far from friends and family. One of the ways my anxiety expressed itself was with frightening nightmares and night terrors. I’d wake up violently sitting up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. On one particular night, I was awoken by the sound of the doorbell. Which at 4 in the morning is fucking nerve wracking. So I woke my boyfriend up and told him I heard the doorbell and to go check it because I was scared. He quickly got up, threw on some clothes and grabs a bat. Walks to the front door and opens it. I, petrified, am watching from the corner observing the whole thing. I see him step outside and I nervously await the verdict of the situation when I hear him call out to me. “Babe?” And I respond trembling, “Yes?” He stands in the doorway with a a look of tired frustration and says, “We don’t have a damn doorbell.”